I had a lot I wanted to do today.
It’s my day off and Praxis Wednesday. This is my chance to do what I want all day, focus my time and energy on my projects.
I changed my plans this morning, though.
My boyfriend said he hadn’t slept at all last night and was trying to get off work early. He needed a ride. So I picked him up at work and then stayed at his house for a few hours. By the time I got home, I felt like I’d wasted some time that I could have used to write.
I want to finish my novel this year. To finish the first draft by July I need to write around or more than 500 words a day. I haven’t written any yet.
I want to read more, but I haven’t done any reading.
I have content to go through for Praxis this month. I read one article and watched one short video.
I wasted my time before the Praxis call, too. I was eating dinner, which I spent 30-40 minutes cooking when I got home, and instead of listening to the content, I browsed Facebook.
I still have time left in the day, sure, but I could have done more by now. I could have blown myself away by how productive I was. Instead I still haven’t done anything I planned to.